Lyrics

I've a hole in my head, dentist Please stop it up with teeth Put one set on the top, dentist And another set underneath Then when breakfast comes I'll know I can eat two breakfasts At one go I've a boot on my foot, doctor Please take it off right away If you cant take it off tomorrow Please take it off today Then when breakfast comes I'll know I can eat my breakfast Using every toe I've a yearn for a painting, painter Please paint me something good Make the background a snow scene, painter And the foreground a plate of food Then when breakfast comes I'll know I can eat my breakfast Sitting in the snow There's a straw in your field, farmer Please chop it down for me I shall use it for drinking my liquor Lemonade, coffee or tea Then when breakfast comes I'll know I can sip my coffee Very, very slow Slow should of course be slowly But I had to make the thing rhyme
Writer(s): Ivor Cutler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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